In the sky, a bomber formation of 40 bombers was trying to check their targets. They were under the clouds, and the black pressure looked spectacular.

A bombardier helplessly looked at the air map in his hand: "Pilot! I can't find any terrain checkpoints that I can compare! ”

"Shut up! From the beginning of the war to the present, when have we found a check point on the ground? One pilot retorted.

On another plane, the navigator was also helplessly repeating the question: "This is not the area we are going to bomb below!" We didn't even fly to the edge of that area. ”

"That's right! The blind have seen it, this is not Minsk! "I don't know who complained on the radio.

As long as they are not blind, they will be able to see that directly below them is not a city, so they did not fly over Minsk at all.

"The navigation plane flew wrong! I've said it a long time ago! Half an hour ago we could no longer find a reference from the reconnaissance plane! "On the radio, there were complaints everywhere.

In the JU-88 bomber immediately behind the pilot aircraft, the pilot also complained: "There is not even anti-aircraft fire here, and we are not a military target below us at all!" What do we do now? ”

"How do I know what to do? The idiot Stuka who had just returned took our flight path, and then we were off target! The navigator said helplessly.

He was also full of anger at this time: "The tower told us to give way, now it's okay, we can't even find Minsk!" ”

The commander of the Air Force, who was in charge of the front-line command, did not want to have a pointless quarrel, and he asked loudly: "Okay! Stop arguing! Now who knows what to do? ”

"If you can't find your target, you'll go back! This is the most straightforward way to do it. The navigator reluctantly suggested.

"No one objected?" The commander asked an interesting question, who would object to a return voyage? So soon the proposal was adopted: "Then we will go back!" ”

"Here is the 3rd formation of bombers heading to Minsk! Here is the 3rd formation of bombers heading to Minsk! We didn't find the intended target! Request to return! Request to return! The call of the captain of the navigation plane came from the headset.

"This is the tower, I can't confirm your location! There are planes returning home on the current route! If you have plenty of fuel, just wait a bit. Inside the headset, the voice of the ground command station came.

The captain of the navigation plane had no choice but to nod helplessly in agreement: "Tower, I am going to continue flying westward for 5 minutes, and the flight formation will attack any hostile targets found." Then we'll head back! ”

"The tower approves your request! Keep track of your route and keep the intercom open! Watch your direction! The sound of the tower in the headset sounded again, and after that only the hiss of electricity remained.

"This is the navigator! Follow me to adjust the course! I can see a railroad track underneath! We flew along the railroad tracks and should be able to find the station. The captain of the pilot aircraft made another all-hands call.

"Unit 1 understands! We see the railroad tracks! The plane behind replied.

"Plane No. 2 will fly with you!" The pilot of the other plane also said.

The bombers began to turn in the sky, along the railroad tracks that could be seen, in a southwesterly direction.

By the time they had flown for a few minutes, a huge city appeared on the ground in the distance - yes, they found Minsk.

"Keep course! I see Minsk! The train station was right in front of us! The navigator laughed and screamed loudly over the radio, and everyone was infected by his emotions.

A few minutes ago, they hadn't found their target, and it only took a few minutes for everything to get back on track.

"Attention all aircraft! The Heavy is ready! We may encounter anti-aircraft fire and fighter jets of the Soviets! All aircraft of the bomber group are on alert. The commander commanded loudly over the intercom.

With his command, the shooters on the German JU-88 bombers pulled the bolts of the weapons in front of them and prepared for battle.

After he issued the order to be on guard, he notified the pilot aircraft: "Pilot aircraft! Pilot aircraft! Use the Battlefield Channel to contact fighter jets in nearby airspace and notify them of escort missions! Also, please don't attack your allies! ”

"The pilot understands!" The voice of the navigator on the pilot plane answered in the headset.

"Boom! Rumble! "The Soviet air defense forces on the ground, apparently, spotted a formation of bombers of the Germans flying in the distance.

They began to return fire with anti-aircraft guns and other weapons, but it seemed that the accuracy was somewhat poor, and the entire German bomber group did not bother to evade it, and even their bombing preparations were not disturbed.

"Fly over the target area!" The commander's long plane issued the order to attack: "Open the bomb bay!" Start dropping bombs! ”

The fuselage of the JU-88 bomber began to tremble, and the bomb bay under the belly began to slowly open in the chaotic air current.

One after another, fifty German bombers were ready to drop bombs, all the bomb bays were already open, and their sights were already pressed on top of the city.

"Bomber No. 1 begins to drop bombs!" "Bomber No. 2 begins to drop bombs!" "Bomber No. 3 begins to drop bombs!" Inside the headphones, there was a bomb confirmation one after another.

Amid the mournful sound of air defense sirens, the German pilots clearly felt the tremor of their plane. It was a heavy bomb, detached from the shock of the plane.

One bomb after another was dropped from the plane by the bomber, and the bombardier watched the bombs fall and shouted, "Maybe tomorrow this will be our city!" ”

"If you don't drop the bomb today, it may not be our city tomorrow!" The other bombardier laughed.

With his words, the bombs dropped to the ground finally collided with their targets, and instantly burst out with a thousand times more energy, igniting a fire and sending sand and gravel flying away, forming black plumes of smoke one after another.

"Boom!" On the ground, Belarusian civilians, who had just experienced two bombardments, had to face their third bombardment.

Dense bombs fell, and the sound of explosions came and went. This is the cruelty of war, destroying a beautiful city beyond recognition.

"O my God! Let's let this end sooner rather than later! A refugee hiding in the suburbs, looking at the dense German bombers in the distance, prayed to the sky.

Of course it will not end, the German bombing has just begun, and it will certainly not end casually because of a single prayer.

Fifty JU-88 bombers, which could carry tens of tons of bombs, poured into a city would definitely cause incalculable losses.

As the refugees prayed, the explosions in the city seemed to become more intense, and German bombers flew across the city and then flew off the other side.

Today, the third bombardment of Minsk ended, and the Germans launched a total of 150 JU-88s to attack the city.

The main area of attack was placed in the city, with the aim of breaking the confidence of the local resistance. The Germans dropped a total of 300 tons of bombs during the bombardment, which almost reduced half of Minsk to rubble.

The Soviet troops, stationed or retreating to the vicinity of Minsk, had only a small number of anti-aircraft weapons and could only watch as German planes wreaked havoc over their heads.

On the ground, on a tank advancing towards the town of Smirovich south of Minsk, Karyus raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

He saw the plane in the clouds, so he picked up his telescope and looked at the group of bombers returning home: "That's our bomber, it seems that it has just attacked Minsk!" ”

"You're right!" William, who also lifted the hatch and breathed outside, nodded.

"Look at those damn guys, they can fly! We attacked forward for ten days, and they flew in just an hour! "Just as there are infantry who envy tank crews, there are naturally tank men who envy pilots in the sky.

It's great to be a pilot, to be able to rest away from the front line, to have a hot meal most of the time, and even to enjoy a good drink.

Many airports are located on the edge of the city, so going into the city to enjoy life has become a daily routine for pilots, and everything about the Air Force seems to be very good.

They don't have to fight in small, oil-stained spaces, or feel the mud and bumps of the road......

But what the armored troops didn't know was that the pilots had to fight in the cold sky, and if they did, they had to parachute to escape at an altitude of several thousand meters.

These poor pilots sometimes fall into the icy waters of the North Atlantic and feel the biting cold.

Everyone is envious of each other, but they don't know that the other party is envious of themselves. Everyone's work has something to boast about, and there are also dark corners that are not known.

"The bombing has begun, which means that we are about to attack Minsk! We need to move faster! Arrive in Smirovic before dark! Karjus said firmly.

"Maybe the Soviets will deploy heavy troops for us there!" The captain of the 112 car, who was driving in front of Caljus, said over the radio.

"We'll find out soon." Karyus narrowed his eyes, put down the binoculars in his hand, and spoke slowly.

You don't need a telescope to see those bombers, and in the sky overhead, these JU-88 bombers fly by in groups, looking domineering.

"No matter how hard they bomb, it is up to us to go to Moscow in the end!" After saying this, Karyus ended the conversation and closed his mouth.

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